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All's Well That Ends Well

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Act III, Scene 3

Florence. Before the DUKE’s palace.


[Flourish. Enter the DUKE of Florence, BERTRAM,] [p]PAROLLES, Soldiers, Drum, and Trumpets]

  • Duke of Florence. The general of our horse thou art; and we,
    Great in our hope, lay our best love and credence
    Upon thy promising fortune. 1545
  • Bertram. Sir, it is
    A charge too heavy for my strength, but yet
    We'll strive to bear it for your worthy sake
    To the extreme edge of hazard.
  • Duke of Florence. Then go thou forth; 1550
    And fortune play upon thy prosperous helm,
    As thy auspicious mistress!
  • Bertram. This very day,
    Great Mars, I put myself into thy file:
    Make me but like my thoughts, and I shall prove 1555
    A lover of thy drum, hater of love.